A Spare in the Trunk: Part XVIII
“Yeah, mmmhmm.” “Yeah.” “I’m looking forward to it.” Jack nodded to himself and took a sip from his coffee with his free hand, shuffling side to side waiting for his turn to talk. The living room glowed a pleasant shade of gold making him forget how...
A Spare in the Trunk: Catching Up
The fridge closed with a soft hiss, cool air brushing her scaly arms. The reflection of a green kobold holding a coffee mug caught Lys's eye; the morning sunlight gave her white horns a glow, and she smiled back. Taking a sip for good measure, the...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XX
Jack awoke from black and white dreams of wandering down dimly lit corridors with the uneasy sense that something was chasing him the whole time. Served him right, he’d stayed up well past his bedtime watching corny old horror movies...
A Spare in the Trunk: Cold Realization
Jack went into the living room and the familiar scene played out before him. Lys busy at the computer. Sometimes playing, other times she was studying how to use the machine better or watching some streamer plying their trade. Something about the look...
A Spare in the Trunk: Winter Wardrobe Vignette
Pink, pink, pink. The line of coats on the rack kept going round and around, picking up speed until several fell off, clattering to the ground amid the sound of laughter. Jack surveyed the discount store to make sure no one was staring and then cleared...
A Spare in the Trunk: Sick Day pt 2
A kobold cough has a squeaky, scraping quality to it. With a dreadful wheezing and light groans of pain afterwards. Perhaps without a heavy chest congestion it might well be adorable, but for Jack, it roused him out of his sleep and he turned a blurry...
A Spare in the Trunk: Sick Day
Jack stepped out of the bathroom with a billowing cloud of steam following him. Another work day, another morning shower. The smell of sports stick gave him pause, he should have smelt breakfast by now. He got his answer to the lack of fresh coffee and...
Muddied Up
The green kobold peered out from behind the curtain. Hoots, hollers, and jeers rang out in wall-to-wall chaos. Every seat in the house beyond packed, standing room only. A human wave of tattoos, scars, and leather jackets pushed and shoved at one...
A Spare in the Trunk: Pasta With Drama
A stray drop of rain snuffed out the cigarette butt before he had a chance to step on it. The last ember went out, dying next to its partner with a final gasp of weak smoke. Today would be his first full day with the in-law (so to speak), and whatever...